The Ulangar: Book II, Part 12

This ends Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Ulanger then stopped his raping of that blistered cord

and with a joyous laugh saw Man yield his power to the reptile folk

His days alone inside his rocky tomb were not uneventful

he crafted recycling agents for his health and enjoyment

and forged a suit of glittering armor

and discovered his dance with sword and soul

and mastered his weaving of the golden thread

leading to a host of new discoveries

no boundary halts the soul

no metal or element may prohibit the tracing of threads

any stone or word or person may inherit one's power

yet only control of the soul is necessary to implement the spells

From this and wisdom a seed was sowed

to spring a belief or system to be called Necoism

that evil and good are but labels

placed by judgmental wills striving for manipulation

This was the first wrung for his religion

and the second was not far from discovery

As age turned to age and the cork grew lumpéd and pussed

Ulanger from his lofty perch viewed the universe wrap itself into a single clump

and to survive this point Ulangar spun a gigantic tapestry

to throw his Volx into a niche in Universe

a pocket dimension protected from the woes of

the monstrous vortexes consuming everything

In the safety of his lair

Ulangar saw with magic aided vision

his universe eat its own tail

and his eyes of godly magic swelled with memory''

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 11

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

It could be heard among one man speaking to his life-friend

`This one demigod has stolen our birthrights

and we succumb to his terror that spreads like fingers from his malignant hair

This god-sent plague will only stop when he is destroyed

and no one save the undying gods in their highest perch can do such a feat

Let us slaughter a first born lamb and two calves to appease these ungrateful deities

so we may at long last rest in peace from horrors in our retirement'

These words were spoken by the townsmen in their laments

and the highest god of that cult

Ukko was unable to save them from his son

for he makemade this Lamaraz's spirit intangible to god or man

His only available option which he accomplished with a prowess unsurpassed

waswillbe to wait and watch his son destroy his world and worshipers

and Ukko sawwillsee in silence Lamaraz leave to his Volx

with the harvest of Ukko's wealthy planet

Lamaraz having returned to his keep in the same way he left

added the furnishings that make house home

In his lair he set a bed lovely in decoration

and he set stands for treasured armor and weapons

In the laboratory he placed beakers and vials of glass

and jars of herbs and regents

In the training ground he placed mats and rings and exercise equipment

And in that armory he placed his many trophies

plundered from the war gear of the fallen

and he placed a forge of sweltering heat

and buckets of coal and barrels of oil

and an anvil weighing twenty stones

and it was mounted on a one-hundred stone slab

of concrete and mortar and brick

and hammers and tongs of iron

to bend and shape the metals of man

and a workbench of oak and walnut to hold these tools

and a vice to work hot metal

Next to this foundry

Ulangar placed a smelting unit

with millions of tons of ores and pig iron

to supply that burning forge

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 10

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Upon reaching the old turf again

he proceeded to pillage and rape the towns of their goods

and slaughter the men without fear

as a worker of the land would reap the harvest

O Muses it is impossible to remember the names of all the fallen

but the figures of import can come to mind with thy help

Juhilad the son of Fadeu from Laywes Dask

with his shining helm and breastplate of gold

was one of the first to fall by the magical fires

Grudsæ the great hero who developed the land near the Yelkin Olem

was a descendant of Ahto the immortal god of the seas

and it was he who possessed the famed Club of Ahto forged by Ilmarinen

that has the ability to shatter stones and rumble and split the earth

and crush steel four forearms thick with the ease of one hand

his nape was removed from his trunk by that comet blade of Lamaraz

The next great man to die by that Surma-possessed immortal was

the ancient ashen spear wielding Fossergrim son of Laogsed

from the mountains of the first men in Hordac

who was the last survivor of the Hudarc Wars

The next great one was the she-devil Kuan from the North Krox Peninsula

who wielded her broad sword and five-layered shield

which was made from four layers of elephant hide

and one shell of heat-tempered steel

that mystical metal that returns to its original shape when bent

The next giant to perish by the fire brand was Swarthi

a bronze covered rider of the plains of Olem Ramsuk

who cut down his enemies like a tiger rips his prey into mangled carrion

or as a boar butchers his victims with his tusks

with two long blades of weighty bronze

and poisoned spikes in lethal places on the armour

The Fire Giants were next to be slayed in their continents to the east of Siglar

though their history is not known to those of the human race

(too much conflict for understanding to be learned)

The first reptile to die by the flaming cross

was Hia'flox-piogenaft of the clan Grwolp'ninoop-quwoca

who used only his natural claws to shred fragile flesh

and no armor or other hand crafted tools of war were equipped

The next gigantic burning beast brought down by stormy magic

was Warthla'mnoquap-tufon of the Aus'in-aup clan

brave in battle and strong with steel tipped spear

The last strongman giant slayed by Daklov

was Sert son of Adar of the Rugan clan

who are renown for their honor in Arés' art

and wisdom in ruling masses

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 9

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996. This is the last section in the epic that uses sections of that made-up language.

Lamaraz walked to the village from the plain just outside it

and screamed such words again and again

`OPIS MULUM CONYED SEMYED

MULATOC CONYED EUSOTOCYED'¹

while the people were slayed by his sword and soul

Around and around the globe he flew

spraying all with lethal venom

and burning houses and slaying all

The wingéd snakes of Surthur's realm would he have saved

they touched not him and then they died

and Ulangar was lost in the Hell and Heaven

as Tlepolemos' sire from Oechalia lost his mental battle

to Hera and slayed his children and his wife

but ulusum stops naught for reason's whim

He alone remained on the moon

When at last the burning buildings were lost in darkness

Lamaraz came to rest at the feet of the body of Farfein

and lamented such words in song

`ADALUTAG CES UMASALETOC

DE OLEM LAT

EUS MULOD ACTA

LENTUTOD BRUDID BRUDIM'²

After such music had left his throat

and his mouth having been closed

Lamaraz was silent in his mourn

Dawn's rosy-colored fingers fell upon ruined turf

and upon charred remains of cities once grand

and nature had proceeded to regain what was lost

and now twenty-three years later

Ulangar awoke in tears and sweat

cold by nightly frost and scarring dreams uncaring

of the vanity of one man's self image

Thus was Ulangar familiar again with the deed of anger

forged in a black pit of despair and loss

and hammered by the pummeling blows of the sword

and tempered in the fire of huts and mortals dead and dying

Thus the deed remained as strong as steel to memory's faulty way

but if by chance this deed becomes hindered by rust's weakening ability

it would be polished in oil and wool by the immortal flames

which dance unending on that bloody monument of flesh

As Ulangar stood and proceeded to accomplish his morning exercises

he recalled the vision and pushed by curiosity and fate

He tunneled a jaw into the burning ground with magic

and went towards that apex of magic

to find a chest of stony adamantine

and Ulangar created a cavity around this rock

which became his lair and home sweet home

Helethalain sweet Helethalain

To this chamber he in the fashion of Dædalus

who created a labyrinth for heroes to perish in

for that king of the half-bull Minos of Crete

Lamaraz devised a maze for home

and did Ulangar carve from the living stone this same design

passages of twisting corners and warpéd cells for special needs

such as a chamber for experiments

pertaining to the mystic power of herbs and string

where new advances in this mediciney science could be discovered

and also a training ground was provided for

with obstacles and the things which test one's magic of the body

and expand this ability to such great heights

limited by the non boundaries of its potential

Then also were tunneled rooms for bedding

and prisons for binding and keeping

and armories for the housing of spears and shields

and other such implements of weep-wail war

which wretches from one's heart that god called consciousness

which reigns supreme over civilized folk

And so did Ulangar like Vulcan forge the home of god

and with such magnitude did that house envelop Volx

consuming the dwelling of grubs and shrews

while kites in the outer dark did feast on roasted flesh

stunken with decay and death dire

In this two-hundred million hectare landscape

which Ulangar tunneléd with flesh and soul

did he perceive the emptiness filled with future lush ornaments

So Lamaraz traversed that first sphere of the universe

like a worm squirming through the earth

eating the dirt and dust of that dismal element

Or as men crawl through muck and mire

drenched with the blood of friend and fiend and self alike

to advance on an unbeatable foe in mass combat of grand scale

with archers and their grand bows of ivory

and pikemen with their long wands of pointy death

and chariot steersmen and their cars of ferocious hate

and the infantry wallowing in the slime of blood and dirt

which bogs down the fastest messenger whether wingéd or un

Footnotes

1. Translated from Dakish as, "The mentor is not alive; you will not live."
2. Translated from Dakish as:
"My city is dead.
Gods, why have you left?
My sword is gone;
I am left alone again.

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 8

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

That night Ulangar was visited by Shai-Thoth

the transparent eyeball glided over the satellite

and Ulangar saw the many features of the moon

the rivers named after hate and sorrow and lamentation and fire and oblivion

Beyond this watery hole north of the ocean

lies a frozen continent where storms rage

endlessly abusing the tormented land

and a building lies amongst this dire hail

seemingly ruin and encased in centuries of snow and ice

that will not thaw for only once a year shines here that closest star

and then only for mere seconds at a time

The land between the snow-fed ocean and the icy terrain

is a wetland profound as the bog of Serbon

Ulangar saw other continents as well on this globe

surrounded by that toxic water of Brokenia

which was moved to Krox after the Ruthzan creation

by that mage-prince Krutan of Slaverec whose mind was bent by wife

and then it was moved to this Volx after interplanetary travel was possible

As Ulangar continued south again over the ocean

his sight detected the weaving knots of magic strings

They wrapped the moon and through it into two identical globes

a northern one and a southern one

They would connect these yellow strands

at the planetary poles and equator center sphere

but for a vortex at the poles in conical form

the base spanning ten kilometers

and both cones converged at the vertex at the center between the two globes

Here Ulangar discovered the apex of universal magic power

but what lay there he could not see

for the goddess withdrew the sight of Hellethalain

and the horn gate closed and Ulanger passed into the ivory gate

Many years passed since that day

and long was the time that Lamaraz

unlearned his savage ways of etiquette and combat

and long was it till Lamaraz learned the ways of Farfein

One day as the two were sparring

Lamaraz retreated from Farfein's lethal blow

and yielded to catch his breath and to speak these words

`O Farfein my mentor and master

I have trained long and hard to become the man I am

When will you give me my adult name O great mentor

and thus settle my inner peace'

Farfein removed his guard of iron magical

and thrust his sword into the earth

and thought hard on this question and responded

`Indeed your time has come to gain your name

you have learned much and left more behind

There is one thing you need to gain before you earn your name

that numerologically correct set of syllabic symbols

and that is manhood

You refuse to accept the burden of mortality

thus I can give you no other name

then that which you give yourself '

At these words spoken by his mentor

Lamaraz stood glassy-eyed until his rage exploded from his soul

He attacked with sword high and foot fast

and Farfein fell to the blade after the failure of his heart

and the empty shell collapsed in a pool of black

drinking in opened eyed stare

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 7

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

The green and blue orb rose into the sky

reflecting the vanquished sun's light upon its surface

The fires of people burned low

as men returned to their wives and children from the mines

to relax a short while before returning to the work an endless circle

One fire continued to be fed by dead wood

as the two figures about it talked

'Before you can control a sword

before you can control others

you must learn to control yourself

It takes patience and strength

and a sturn and strict hand

Swordplay and meditation and magick work together

developing the body mind soul

to work as one

Each part of Man is

as a point on a triangle

the distance a point from the center measures its strength

The three must be as the equal triangle

no side longer than another

When this is accomplished

you may begin to expand your Triangle

encompasing other triangles

If the Triangle is expanded

while not in equilibrium

then the Triangle will collapse upon itself

destroying its creator

the one who made it faulty

When you can knowingly shift your Triangle

then Universe shall shift with it

for there is no difference'

Lamaraz sat pondering the words

while Green Eyed Farfein drank

At long last he spoke

unsure of the source of his speach

`What about government

How do the peoples here rule themselves'

Farfein with eyes bright smurked

and shouted in a drunken roar

`Government anarchy government

We are a strong peoples

and need no such foul beast

to scourge our country side

that is what locusts are for

they do a better job and are cheaper to maintain

It is true that people need to be lead

hell they practically ask to be slaves

so every so often a cock-sure fellow like yourself

comes about and declares himself Leader

as children do when they play their games

When such evil happens

we philosophers-artisans-warriors

come down from our mountain

destroy the Leader and the followers

eat their hearts and rape the dead

I think we rather enjoy having

such lads be Leader for a while

it keeps us Righteous with a strong sword arm'

Lamaraz laughed and asked

`What about the other lands about you

on this Asteroidal tomb

They too must have such leaders

but not such Righteous else you would own all'

These things having been said Farfein replied

`Quite right boy

the colony over the ocean to the north

who call themselves the Bonie

consist of an oligarchy disguised as a democracy

where but a select few can vote

and they bury their mistakes in law

The peoples over the river to the east

don't have a physical leader

they get pumped up on some herb

dance around

and consult some oracle to make decisions for them'

Lamaraz lowered his head and spoke in a low voice

`I too once trusted such oracle

it told me of things to come

and gave me a torture'

Farfein gave a harty laugh and said

`Aye and what a torture

wine enough to drink

women enough to eat

and food enough to love'

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 6

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Lamaraz stood upon stiff legs

pondering the sight from Shai-Tahuti

and followed the trail left by his care takers

He walked for several hours in the morning sun

before the tiny village of prisoners was seen near Kishar

The threads were drained from his body

and he assumed correctly that it was from recent demises

and Lamaraz walked with head raised into the town

wearing the black death-shawl

lips and eyes appeared at doors and windows

lips shrieked in terror and eyes gaped in dread

and Farfein with eyes bright appeared to Lamaraz

and spoke such words with his voice

`So you have returned to the master

the one proven better

Do you wish to try your luck again

and return to the bone pile

reaking with putrid rotting flesh

No your eyes do not reveal such wishes

You came under submission with defeated hair

What is it you ask of me'

Such words were heard by Ulangar

who responded with `Farfein of Glaztêal

the only proven better than I with weapon

I approach you this morning bearing humble soul

and palms turned to Ukko's eyes open

to ask for apprenticeship from your trained eye and steady hand'

And Farfein responded `You have the natural ability

and thus I will be the one to hone your skills

You must comply with my askings

you must obey my every wish

you must give all of yourself to this purpose

these you must do without hesitation

These are my requests to you

Accept them and learn or deny them and fail'

This having been said Lamaraz nodded his head deep into the ground

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 5

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Lamaraz felt his body jar and red red mist

became abackground alandscape of mountains and

sky with haunting fugures black or shadow

creeping o'er the rocks and dirt and walkflycrawl-ing

ever nearer to virile brown flesh

standing up up touching sky that red mist

and mountain and ground and shadow shapes

slipped their forms around the flesh which

punched the spine from shadow and iron

ripped into meat hanging useless from the

back with green and blue spurting from

the wound that wound which crushed the

skull of another shadow and glass

rittled the flesh and wound

and the mind lost its eyes as shadow

flew through chest and Lamaraz was

thrown from Pohjola again again

The once dead man now raised himself to

scratch his scars on his left shoulder to his kidney

Looking about himself Lamaraz discovered that

his clothes had been removed and instead

a black cloak was about his darkened skin

He was resting on a pile of dead or fading memories

some rancid some stripped to the bone

But before his eyes appeared a horrific vision

of a gigantic man a god four meters tall

with black curly hair and thick night beard

completely covered from neck down in dark furs

of unknown animals long since dead

In his right hand a huge metal-studded club was wielded

and his left hand rested upon the right and pommel

The vision spoke with whispers in the wind

`Unfortunate am I that your soul is ungraspable

easily would you be in my keeping if

it was otherwise and what a Prize it would make

resting on my mantle as a magnificent trophy

Each time you die my steel bands you must elude

but for now frolic with life those lesser than you

Till we meet again Lemminkainen learn well your son'

Having thus spoken the vision dissipated in the morning mist and open eye

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 4

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Eventually Lamaraz discovered himself out on brown terrain

which save for a lone building there was nothing

The sky was black with the twinkling of stars

and the rising moon with its pools of blue water

and several continents including one that he knew

He was on Siglar no longer now Volx the prison moon

The vessel which housed the white room began to shake

and fire erupted from the tail of its serpent form

which slithered through the rocks

and from the flames

which scorched the lunar landscape

came a raspy rhythm pounding like forty blacksmiths

or the waves crashing against a cliff

The bonds having been removed from Lamaraz

the Gastrov hustled into the snake and

the no-man was left with fellow convicts

More humans emerged from the shadows

to greet the new arrivals

One man strong in years and body

and green eyes bright

came to Lamaraz and over looked him

with the eye of a trained professional

Lamaraz questioned him about the surroundings

and what was to be in this barren wasteland

and the old man said nothing

Lamaraz attempted to get an answer

from him by force

and the agéd man said `I am Farfein of Glaztêal

Defender of my people and liberator of the Red Lizards

You shall receive no reply from me

attack me if you must'

and he drew his broad steel

and Lamaraz spoke `USEROD FEBASYED'¹

which unsheathed Daklov from his hiding place

and the duel began

A circle formed about the two

as kites swarm about the carrion

of heroes and gods long dead from battle

The pair leapt and stabbed and parried in their circular dance

Lamaraz dodged and swept his mighty blade

always looking for chinks in defense

and patterns in the other's dance

One was discovered and Lamaraz stopped his style

to smite the man upon his nape

but the man having been prepared for the no-man's swing

blocked it with his sword and turned and kicked

knocking air from the no-man and breaking ribs

Lamaraz was down spitting his fluids

and the man removed Lamaraz's head and spoke such things

`Shame that you have exposed yourself

for steel can be as lethal as magic my son

You should have asked for the Fate's favor

to help in your struggle but you also needed

Experience is never replaced by luck

for too much luck sprouts false courage

which shortens life's brief spark

Farewell fine warrior

may Tuoni in Kalevala be kind to you'

These things having been spoken Lamaraz's soul

descended into the depths of the mind

Footnotes

1. Translated from Dakish as, "I summon the steel."

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 3

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Lamaraz awoke with a start a pant

and was falling through a reddened void

where only he and darkening red flurted finely

in a drunken dance which seemed to invoke

before his face a ground a mound all round

hard and unyielding to ameshofflesh

Lamaraz's body shook with impact

and he crawled to stand

and spied the rock mountain under

vision aswirling in a blurred landscape

once here now there never alike but red

yellow yarn in confusing knots no longer threaded the land

this being reserved for naturalé real only real though the

skeletons draped in shadows

swirled notly as though the yarnéd

needle held their stable shape togethim

with large rusted

iron weapons flinging merceless

shapes with wicked edge while

Lamaraz shook about in a violent

dance summoning Bacchus and neared the arm-y marching

in a moblike order striving to surround

the Real but a foot shot out

and split a Shadow's skull and all

Shadows shattered shards which

sliced the skin of Lamaraz

ripped and burned and seared

Ulangar

and the dead-knot fell to the earth

and all senseless timeless vanished with the use of his eyes

Ulangar woke with a gentle rumbling

his chest bandaged and head swirling

For a few minutes he sat

trying to remember what happened

and where he was

but instead nothing revealed itself to him

only a blur of red and shadow glass sprayed across his sight

The head stopped its whirl and saw it was in room

in bed with white sheets and green walls

and white stool and white table

The room was ten feet square

and there was the rumbling mumbling rumbling

At this time he noticed Daleth

for it opened wide and silent

and in came a white form in the same style

its long curly hair rolled down

the back and around the small breasts

Lamaraz stared at the form as it turned to face him

as small forest eyes near the nose

looked back in astonishment and dread

He stood from the bed weakly and the metallic tray

clattered to the floor from trembling arms

and the bandages fell to his feet

to reveal unscathed flesh dark and hard

Screaming she left and soon sirens were heard among the rumbling

and from hidden places a countdown began

and by no means apparent the doorway vanished

The counting ended and the room shook with monstrous vibrations

as Nai No Kami trembles the earth with his fists

Minutes later the door opened in the same manner it was closed

and Gastrov entered the room in their green and black

and chained Lamaraz to immobility and shielded his eyes with cloth

and exited the room with the sack

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 2

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

From the midday sand he rose

one hour's walk from the city

and ancient language erupted from his throat

`DACLOVUT CILIMAUB LENTUTODIT'¹

and the sword vanished on command

Lamaraz hastened towards Anshar

and a richly dressed caravan was met on its way from Vaclov Dask

Lamaraz's birth place

met the naked figure

who stopped them and asked for protection against open eyes

A man in that party threw to him a long blue shirt

more of a dress than a shirt

and as well a belt

landed at the man-boy's feet

The caravan laughed at this and continued on its way

Wearing these things Lamaraz continued his journey

and entered the walls after probing questions

posed by the guardsmen at the city gates

The keep was no longer the iron militarized locale

once remembered by a crying brat

instead it was a prospering city with a heritage

which could not be defeated by borders or politics

or by inhuman sub-hierarchy who extort money from fools

nothing more than a legal protection racket

Into the alleyways he crept merging with urchins

and upon summoning his sword

began to slaughter them like a chef

who spends all morning hatching and frying

the unborn chicks in spices and oils

To these chicks he felt no pity

no ulusum

only the feeding of the Son in his hands

So into the open he went soiled with entrails

leaving a trail of mourns and shrill shouts

and the screeching of the lamenting women

Lamaraz hoped this would gather the Gastrov

ones skilled in war a challenge

and thus did they come

Riding steeds with saddles and rings on their boots

attached by hide to the sitting gear

and on their forearms cylindrical devices

with flashing lights and hoses running up the arm

to their helms of stainless black

Their armor was green and black

covering shoulders to hands to legs in light ceramics

Twelve surrounded Lamaraz in hating laughing circle

and in modern dialect stated `Yewt wi t' sabāh

Why moot 'a hām dose who'ave noot 'amt 'a

Dis slāin' o' cit'zin unāhmed f' cōmbat

'āst noo honā noo vālā

Ya bleechéd loochs an' dāken' skeen

reflects dis tāstless oose o' fārce

Nā droop ya woopon are prepār t' die'

Lamaraz heard these slurs and cracked a smile

This would be his chance for ulusum

The mistress Moon was rising above Anshar

and her sister Night settled in for reign

Lamaraz remembered well the fires the moon

the gore the energy the ulusum

time was almost aligned

So Lamaraz answered to this mounted man

with the flaming of his blade

bursting alight as a comet

with hair scorching the sky

The Gastrov were awed with surprise

as the first knight fell from throne

burning in the shower of his purple blood

But as Lamaraz turned and ulusum settled

a ball of flame knocked Lamaraz off his feet

His chest was red flames and searing pain

and Lamaraz saw the dark wine pour from his flesh

Then no more would his mind register his eyes

as a dark veil covered them

Footnotes:

1. Translated from Dakish as, "Daklov, leave from sight."

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 1

This is the start of Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.
You'll notice that in this part, the language becomes a bit more "artistic",
meaning that there are many places that may look like typos or misspellings,
but were intentionally done that way.

Argument: This is the Book of Farfein, concerning the inner changing of Lamaraz from those which would turn into his true religion, Necoism.

Steady Lamaraz stopped the Tale here

pausing in memory of the beautiful blade

He conjured a glass of wine

and from this goblet he sipped the sweet nectar

to quench his uncompromising thirst

The prisoner along with others who were joining

asked for him to continue the story

and with glares at the forming crowd Lamaraz

satisfied their request

``For unknown nights he dreamt

in realms of Stars and Gods and moonlit Seas

filled with blessings from Shai-Nefer-Tmu

and he awoke rejuvenated and vitalated

limbs stiff and yellow ocsnot and brown lusk

From his spot at the charred remnants

he noticed the buds of trees and plants

sprouting from the driéd mud

and as his eyes scanned this beginning

he saw the lake and altar

purified by means unbeknownst to him

So he quenched his nagging thirst

with Ahto's gift pure of venom and of yarn

for the first time since the escape from the mountain caves

Lamaraz then lifted the weapon in his hands to the sky

and spoke to this son with such words `You

have a great life before thee my son

great journeys great battles great slaying

Honor and terror will be heaped upon thy name

but I must grant thee a name which reflects

thy edge thy brilliance thy potential

and the name shall be Daklov the impaler

and all Universe shall remember for eternity

and forever tremble at the utterance of thy name'

The pulsating blue of the fine blade quickened

and in the same way glowed with renewed brilliance

brighter than the Star at midnoon on a cloudless day

and Lamaraz felt this tremendous power through the hilt

He walked to the black altar in the middle of the pond

and on this altar he prayed without arms raised

asking for guidance to any god who may listen to his plead

`O gods of old or gods unknown

show me the Vision of my next labor

being prepared for my completing

and I shall give sacrifice to you

gems and gold and jewelry

and brilliant blades of silvery steel

and virgin lamb

young in years

and unharmed by man or Nature

These shall be yours

if you but grant me my will'

and these things having been spoken with hand on altar

the words traveled to Ukko's pondering ear

and the god liking the spoken sacrifices

though knowing the result

spoke such things to his aids

`My son has learned his lessons used them well

and now asks of me in the proper tradition

Send him what he asks O Tzilsergiza

quickly so the result and wish are not distant'

So Tzilsergiza at Ukko's side

traveled down to Ulangar's right ear

with light feet and spoke quiet words

and the Vision entered the mind

as a sudden ecstasy over his entire being

A burning city under a moon

which he knew from childhood

which filled his body surging with energy

and caked with blood and gore of fallen people

but he also felt from his soul and son

that feeling of ulusum after the

fallen have felt the bite of blade and the sting of steel

and the Vision left with no spoken word

and Tzilsergiza returned to Ukko's side

So Lamaraz stood and remembered that location

and with his sword in his brawny hands

he took the first step towards his downfall

The Ulangar: Book I, Part 15

This concludes Book I of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996. The next post will continue on to Book II.

From the blackened earth the figure rose

to stand on top the mud and ash and stumps of char

near vile waters infested death

The being named Lamaraz and Ulangar

strode towards that viscous vile

and wove its spells of words and actions

meaning Nothing and Everything `USUD

SARUD PRULAG POXILIDAC DACAT

JALETUP AELOCENUP NAPLOT

WIDALOTSED SELICYED DACATYEDA FODACTIMYEDA' ⁷

and up from its grave came a black alter

glistening with scum from the last light of day

It rose with a bridge of dirt this obsidian table

connecting to the flooding shores of the lakeswamp

Upon this path to the stone of black Lamaraz trotted

uncaring of the poison that licked his feet with vile tongues

To this stone Lamaraz chanted words and his hand

glowed with unnatural light and through the stone

the arm cut a top separate from the base

and it fell next to the base onto soiled earth

Upon this base and this top his hand of blue

carved the shape of the brazen-horned-tusked blade

and into this cast the hard earned elements

were placed with care to their proportions

three parts Hordac were placed onto the cast entire

one part Surthur in both blade was placed

two parts Blue throughout its length

eight parts Orchid to rejuvenate the magic

and ten for Steel to be mixed throughout

These were crushed and both components were placed

with care upon one another with magic

Ulangar knelt and energy surged with effort

and such words were spoken by use of the voice

`FEBASYED DELATYED MULOM

FEBASIMUP OCOT BROCENUMAT

MEGENAT DELAT ULUDOTIT

HAPTA ACTISOD BRUDEDAG

MYT DUGYED ECAT

BRU RECADOC DIDAC

FEBASYED DELATYED MULAT' ⁸

and from these words the edge was forged

and Ulangar moved the top with the body

and lifted the newly made sword

Its hilt flashed in the fading sunlight

looking like hard blue steel

The length of the keen edge extended one and a half meters

Upon this blade he used his loom

to change its appearance and feel and balance

and Ulangar gave it yarn of its own

Having been completed his first true labor

rewarded with this magnificent sword

which emitted a brilliant blue glow

throbbing to a beat like a heart as if the

thing had Life und Conciousness own

The crossbar was fangs a pair of brazen horns

and the pommel was a dark blue gem

which glittered off the mud like the morning star

which casts away the darkness back into its infernal abyss

And at last Ulangar walked from this altar

and lay down at the foot of the charred ruins

of Tree-Stump-Kindling and with the sword

in his grasp like a lover

Ulangar fell asleep''

Footnotes:

7 - Translated from Dakish as:

Rise

from your watery depths up to this air

and be free of your grave at last

8 - Translated from Dakish as:

This shall be my blade.

Form to sharpness in Flame;

My soul you may share.

Invincible against the many;

Fear you shall inflict.

Together we shall rule!

You shall be my blade.